Summer days just sneak by, and before you know it, Fall is here. From childhood, it has always been the shortest season, but this year’s summer fires and a month of smokey air argues for Fall rainstorms again. Even a little snow would be a welcome. Here, on the 3rd day of September, I find the sun obscured again…not a shadow in sight. (After nearly thirty days of smokey air, that’s how I’ve decided to measure the thickness of the smoke: no shadows, faint shadows, and some shade.)
Of course, I could be in Houston. (Did you see the video clip with the gator swimming down the middle of a neighborhood street?) Maybe the smoke is a thickly disguised blessing, after all.